Tanlines were never really a fetish of mine coming up, but I did think they were pretty funny in the way they reflected under the black light at the stripclub, almost like a CSI Miami episode where Horatio Crane was looking for cum….

I’ve been around trashy girls, in a city that had Tanning Salons on every corner, like they have massage parlors on every corner, even the small peripheral towns had tanning salons, even those that had nothing else…you’d drive through, see a corner store, we call the Deps, not bodegas like you New York fucks, but yeah, there’d be a Dep and a Tanning salon, so I’ve seen my share of tanlines……

Tanlines have slowly become a fetish, assuming they are from the actual sun and not some chemical spray, which you can’t assume, since it’s mainly from a chemical spray, as people have decided the sun is cancer causing, but chemicals that stain your skin are DOPE.

So yeah, they’ve become a fetish because I’m like “what, you go outside, that’s so edgy, daring, and exciting of you!” I mean not a sloth bitch on a couch ordering food while counting their likes to make sure that instagram isn’t short changing them, you know focus on the important shit.

While I like girls who get outside, hence my love for tanlines before they become leathery monsters.

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